Quite the contrast from the last one.Mm. She was already thinking about how he fucked her on that loveseat again. “What should I call you?”
“They say my name is Neal this weekend. I think it’s stupid, but what can I do? Those are the rules.” He was still drinking her in as the steam continued to twirl between them. “She said your name is Brim.”
“Yeah. That’s my name this weekend. I think it’s short for Brimstone. I looked it up earlier. It’s a type of butterfly.”
“A very nice one, I’m sure.”
“Eh…” Eden knew better than to share her opinion on the green and brown butterfly she was assigned as her moniker. She was supposed to keep things light and positive with the guests – and, so far, “Neal” aligned with that.I wonder what the other man’s name was…Even his code name. Matt. Gary. Luke. Sam… “Well, I like butterflies. So it works out.”
Although there was only so much space in that large shower, the guest kept his distance, arms crossed and gaze cresting the steam to meet Eden’s. Sure, he furtively checked out her naked body, making herslightlyself-conscious, but he hadn’t run out screaming at the sight of her thighs or the birthmark on her butt.That’s right. I qualified to be here.Eden had to keep reminding herself thatshe was hot.If the people casting the Butterflies of La Mariposa thought she would turn every head, whether she was done up in fishnets and makeup or as natural as when she went to sleep…
That was a powerful ego boost. One she wouldn’t mind sharing with Neal in front of her.
“So…” She held her hands behind her back, boosting up her chest and drawing the guest’s gaze right to her dripping wet skin. “What can I do for you? I’m…” She forewent clearing her throat.Confidence, girl. You’ve got this. You’re hot!“I’m at your service.”
Oh, she sounded much sultrier than she thought she would! And,oh,it had its intended purpose on the man who had joined her for the rest of the hour.
“Well, now I’m shy!” He laughed, and Eden knew he was anything but. “But it’s been a long day, Brim. I got here late and missed all the fun already. Guess you could say I’m up for whatever, as long as it feels good.” He tapped his chin, and Eden had to keep herself from laughing at such boyish good looks making her forget where she was – let alonewhatthey were doing. “Don’t suppose you’re good with a massage? Nothing fancy. Also, this is the first shower I’ve had all day. I probably need to properly wash up.”
“As it so happens..” She pressed herself up against the wall so he could step forward and into the direct spray of the showerhead. “I’ve taken a few massage classes.” She almost said that she wasn’t “certified or anything,” but kept her mouth shut. One of the places she could be assigned was the spa, so she must have been “good enough” for La Mariposa.It’s not like I demonstrated on anyone.She just provided proof of the classes she took through a local community college.
“Awesome.” He handed her a tiny bar of soap he had delivered from a dispenser. Do your worst. Or your best. I honestly don’t know which one I wish for more, sweetheart.”
Usually, men calling her “sweetheart” drove her crazy, and Eden assumed it would be worse in a club like this.Yet…He was so earnest in the way he invited her to touch him. Like they were old lovers who were having a booty call years after they broke up. Or if it was totally normal for two strangers to take a shower together. Let alone one to lather up and lightly massage the other…
“Ah, that’s great.” He sagged beneath the hot water after she soaped up her hands and braved touching him.His skin is so smooth.She tried not to giggle as she thought of the phrase “like a baby’s bottom.” Yet her hands took their time, starting with his shoulders and working their way down to his hips. Streaks of soap were left wherever her hands had been, but the shower water quickly washed them away. “You’ve got great hands, Brim. Just what I needed after a day like today.”
She bit her lip, the occasional spritz of water getting in her face depending on how he moved.Should I have a conversation with him?Was that what he wanted? During orientation, it was madevery clearthat there was no exchanging of “identifying information” between guests and Butterflies. While the examples – real names, cities where they lived, day jobs – were obvious, it certainly seemed silly that she couldn’t learn this man’s favorite color.
“You said you had a long day traveling here?” She lightly squeezed his hips before getting more soap.
“Oh, yeah. Some storm over Mexico. We couldn’t leave LA until like four hours later. Would’ve flown to Miami to catch the earlier flight from there, but I was stuck in meetings all morning.”
Eden knew not to ask what he did. “That’s rough. Well, you made it! I know for a fact that there are still plenty of things to do for the rest of the weekend. Sunday alone…”
He cut in, wiping water through his hair. “I have to leave early Sunday. Argh, it’s so stupid. Unfortunately, I’ve got another meeting in the evening I have to get to.”
“A meeting on a Sunday? That should be illegal.”
“I know. But it makes me a lot of money, so I put up with it.”
You have to make a lot of money to come here.
“Well, I guess I have to make the most of it.” He turned around the moment Eden finished rinsing off her hands.Hello, there.She couldn’t help but admire her handiwork. All of that touching had made him half-erect, and his cock hung between them like the most obvious bull in a china shop.Am I the fragile dishes?Eden wouldn’t mind. She even brushed her hands against both of her breasts, testing how aroused she was with this man.Oh, I’m ready.Hard to believe after being left so satisfied only a couple of hours ago.Bonus, here I come.
This job was easy.Does that make me easy?She hoped that’s how it went.
“Have a seat on the bench there, Brim.”
She dropped the piece of hair she had been holding as she admired his physique, imagining what he might do to her any moment now. “Huh? Oh. All right.” She only had to back up about a foot before the back of her thighs bumped into the bench. She immediately sat down, her lucky guest coming closer.
“I’m going to let this nice, hot water hit my back for a while.” He stretched again. Eden couldn’t look away. “I’d really appreciate your mouth on my cock, if that’s all right.”
What a polite way to ask!
“Um… of course, sir.” She went ahead and laughed, aware that he heard her.
“Hm? I love a good joke.”
